I’m disappointed. Beauty said that he shifted his focus, but I know two things. The first thing is that this time the Frostwolf clan is in charge. The second thing is that you should never, ever let him perform important tasks again.
Nerazu breathed a sigh of relief and almost fainted. Of course, my Lord, I will never do that again. Your honor, we did find these crystals.
These two stones are not as painful to me as Kilgardan’s Naiozu, but I think your people may let these crystals play in your Delaney war. This is your war, right?
Nero’s heart is gripped by fear again. Of course, my Lord, this is the will of my ancestors.
Kilgardan looked at him for a while, and flames were burning in his eyes.
It’s my will, he said simply
Nero Zu nodded hysterically. Of course, of course, your honor, it is your will, and I, your humble servant, take all orders from you.
Kilgardan seemed satisfied with this answer. He nodded and then his image disappeared. Naizu sat back and wiped his face with sweat.
He saw something white out of the corner of his eye, and Gourdain saw everything.
We have been planning an attack for some time. Last night, the pale lady didn’t shine in the sky. At night, we came to that sleeping town and left no survivors. We found several children and killed their supplies, food, armor and weapons. Some strange things were shared by our two joint clans. The blue blood of Delaney people dried up in our faces and we danced around the bodies to celebrate.
The letter went on, but Nero Zu didn’t read it. That’s not necessary. Although the details are different, the theme of each letter is the same. Successful attack, killing, glory, blood spattering and beautiful scenery. Nero Zu glanced at a pile of letters this morning, and seven letters were sent early in the morning.
Every month, the orcs became better at killing Delaney people, even in the long and cold winter, and every time they won, they went to more durotan to give Nero Zu a stone. Nero Zu was alone with two crystals, and then the rest of the shamans joined in. They called the red crystal angry. They found that every time the soldiers took it with them, not only their own strength and skills could be upgraded, but they also benefited the soldiers. This crystal was passed around the clan, and every new moon came. Everyone longed for it, but Nero Zu knew that no one dared to take it for himself.
The second stone, which he called brilliant Chen, he found that when a shaman took it with him or her, his or her insight into power would rise to a very deep level. If anger is to inspire fighting spirit, brilliant Chen is to calm the mind. Carrying brilliant Chen’s thoughts, the power will be delivered faster and more accurately, and the power will not be easily interrupted. This also directly increased their magic power. The magic was perfectly controlled in their hands, which made their victory foundation more stable. The ironic fact that they were fighting against the Delaney people also brought a lot of morale to the orc army.
But none of this brought any pleasure to Nerazu. The doubts that flashed in Dulong Tan’s conversation were rooted in his heart. He tried to drive away the doubts for fear that Kilgardan could read his thoughts, but those thoughts kept coming back like corpses breeding maggots, which disturbed his meditation and annoyed his dreams. Are the Delaney people so similar in appearance? Are they the same race and did he benefit from it in some kind of war?
These thoughts don’t fill his mind all the time. One night, he finally put up with him getting up lightly and getting dressed to wake him up. The wolf is looking for heaven. Personally, it is more in line with the artistic conception to find heaven here, so he translated it. He stretched himself and winked at him sleepily.
It is the first time that Nai Aozu, a friend, has been calling for a giant wolf to ride on his back. But he must come back before anyone finds out that he is missing. He knows that his ancestors won’t have to take actions to offend him in an emergency.
It is close to spring now, and the Koshhag Festival will come soon, but the cold wind keeps tearing at Nero Zu’s ears and nose, which makes him feel that spring is far away. He is close to the giant wolf, warm and grateful, and tries to avoid the cold wind, and now it has added snow.
The wolf didn’t move fast in the snow, but he walked steadily. Finally, Nero Zu looked up and saw the perfect triangle silhouette of Soul Mountain. His heart was suddenly relieved. For the first time in many months, he really felt that he was doing the right thing.
It was difficult to climb the mountain in the sky, so he ordered it to wait for it to get into a pile of snow and get up tightly. Naizu climbed the mountain. He had not been so dexterous for many years, and a heavy water bag fell on him. His heart was full of expectations.
He should have done this a long time ago. He should have come here a long time ago. He should have sought the wisdom and guidance of his ancestors. Every shaman should be the same. He didn’t know that he had never thought of it before.
Finally, he reached the mouth of the cave. He stopped in front of the perfect ellipse. Although he was worried, he did not forget to perform the ceremony. He lit the bundle of hay he brought with him to calm his mind and cleanse his soul. Then he stepped forward and said a spell to light the flames on both sides of the road. He couldn’t remember how many times Naizu walked along this road. His feet moved steadily as if they were his own will, and Naizu finally stepped into the dark heart and jumped wildly, full of hope.
It seems that it took him longer than usual to get used to the light here. Nero’s stepping into the cave holy pool seems to be dimmer than in the past. It makes him uneasy to think about this idea.
He took a deep breath and secretly blamed himself. He just brought his fear to the holy land. It must be so. He went to the holy pool, took a water bag from the package and injected water into the pool. At the moment, the gurgling water became the only sound echoing in the cave.
When the water bags are all inverted, Naizu sits by the pool and looks into the deep water of the luminous pool to wait.
Nothing happened
When he didn’t panic, the ancestors didn’t rush to respond.
But as the minutes passed, Nero Zu became uneasy and he called anxiously.
Our ancestors’ souls died. I, Nai ‘ao Zu Ying Yue clan shaman, came to seek without begging your wisdom to teach me. I have seen your guidance. The situation is dark and sinister. Even if we become stronger and more United, I don’t know if I am walking correctly. I beg your guidance. If you love those who follow your footsteps, you will show up and give me advice so that I can lead my people better.
His voice trembled, and he knew that what he had just said sounded tragic and pitiful. For a moment, some stubborn pride made him feel ashamed, but for a moment, he knew that he cared about his people and he wanted to do the right thing, and now he didn’t know exactly what it was. He had to.
The light of the sacred pool enhanced Nero ‘zu’s eagerness, and his eyes scanned the pool surface.
He saw a face looking back at him in the pool.
Lucan, he whispered, tears suddenly poured in, blurring his vision and covering her face kindly. He blinked, and when he saw her eyes clearly, his heart seemed to have been stabbed severely.
